To speak from within and out of something. A part. A word or idea that assumes more and more words and images. An image which becomes more and more profound. And a profundity which becomes more and more deep. For example, forget. Or its opposite, remember. Or dream or sleep or night or white or Continue reading

I am not you, nor the illusion of you. I am nothing, something, the things of no which sums a thing. Continue reading

Drive My Car. Mother’s bar. Uncle Vanya. The most obscure in the most common. The most ordinary in the comical. Uncle Vanya… Dreyfus. Is the night tender? Volo. Secret bar in the corner. You wouldn’t think of it. Rags of red air in the afternoon Continue reading

11:00. Scarbourough. Park. Snow. Wet shoes. Dry. Walk. Sushi… Omakase. Bar. Warm second floor, dimly illuminated with birdcages without birds. Window looks out the street… Do you remember that no why dont you Why Yes, why Something new. To be Yes i don’t think you should To be something new Why Because One gets old Continue reading

Woke up 6:45 scorching and oppressive room. Sunrise. oatmeal. nothing for an hour or so. Thought about homework. Did some homework. Unwillingly. Chatted with an “old friend.” Went to class. dinner. Unagi don. friend chicken. now im at my desk writing this as I edit posts from before, which are just so full of shit. Continue reading

Blistering cold. “I think too much because I have nothing to think.” Continue reading

Oh i just did it i just spent thirty minutes browsing through the most useless things that i think are useless right now but you see thats only right now and i have no reason to keep thinking about it because the continuity of time is continuous so i wouldn’t think much of it if Continue reading

I don’t know where to go. Everywhere there’s snow, and the sun moves like a slug. Then it rains and the sun scorches. The black road melts. You step into the mud… the lugubrious mud of lustre. Noon… I woke up late. . Continue reading

Uh oh. “Possessing by letting go of things was a secret of ownership unknown to youth.” Mishima. I’ve used a lot of “something” and “nothing” in the past month. I know; I needed to get the relation down. The interplay between them. Continue reading

The sea is warm and dark and pregnant of words and ecstasy and nothing. Smoke curls on the wet street and sleeps like a slug. On the bottom of your feet, you awake. The sleep explodes. “It is not odd, therefore, for him, a sick person, to have a keener sense of health; for a Continue reading